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Banking a sharp turn, the Dullahan subconsciously flexed her gloved fingers around the grips of her bike, her thoughts drifting lazily, something that wasn't usual of her, but had become so as of late. At first she had tread warily, always hesitant, the sentiment was unfamiliar and the lack of concentration was a manifestation of it, eventually she had become used to it. Still, it mildly frustrated her was that there was little that unsettled the human, but for her, the opposite was true.
The small illusions of grandeur others wore proudly that you did not adorn, if anything the obfuscating cheerfulness served enough to disguise the sharp glint of intelligence shining in your eyes, and she had not